After wasting a day in the hospital, Liu Yun didn't have time to eat dinner when he got home, so he sat in front of the computer and started working.

The previous manuscript wrote that civilization T204 was in trouble, what kind of trouble is it?

The original setting is that the captain's biological daughter suffers from a rare disease, and the captain is bent on finding a suitable cure on the new planet.

Putting the rescue of the daughter in the background of interstellar immigration is a relatively flattering design. Although it is a bit old-fashioned, it is more able to arouse readers' sympathy as part of an important emotional branch.

When readers lament the fragility of life and the fact that no matter how advanced technology is, it is difficult to solve the problem of separation of flesh and blood, the novel is half successful.

After writing more than 2,000 words with all my heart, my hands trembled again, like clockwork chicken feet.

Liu Yun had no choice but to stand up, and did a few push-ups against the wall.

"one two three......"

I did a few sets in a row, but my mind was still dazed. The description of rusty gears is really suitable. I don’t know which author came up with it.

In order to write more, Liu Yun went to the refrigerator to get a can of Coke.

Kachi, the steaming carbonated drink got into Liuyun's stomach densely, and he immediately felt better.

Although I clearly know that relying on Coke is not a good thing, but what can I do? The life of a writer is not easy. It is not as easy as everyone thinks, free time, romantic, and unrestrained.

Writers need strict self-discipline!

It's not as easy as those college students and children who have just graduated think. Thinking that just writing a web article casually can become popular, become a best-selling author, and have countless fans?

dream?

Liuyun is different. He has never had a dream since the first day he entered the industry. Diligence and hard work are his motto.

After drinking the Coke, it was still ten minutes to eight o'clock in the evening.

Liu Yun opened the forum and wanted to read his previously published novels. Posting novels on the website can always get feedback from readers the fastest. This is much better than publishing a physical book and not knowing what readers think for a long time.

Of course, there are also bad things. For example, Liu Yun was very angry and almost drank the rest of the Coke in one go.

[Probably only the author himself knows what he is writing. In the end, it turns out that Luo Luo is a robot, and he made such a big detour because he thought the writing was good. 】

Although many readers below expressed their liking for the novel "Depending on Each Other", the author's writing style is delicate, almost like a female author.

But this comment was like a thorny whip, whipping at Liu Yun's back, he couldn't forget this comment no matter what.

There have been negative reviews before, isn't this a common thing?

Liu Yun comforted himself, how can there be any work that only people say is good, but no one says it is not good?

You are no longer a novice, you can feel restless over such a trivial matter, how can you continue to mess around in the Internet literary world in the future.

It's like eating a broken melon seed, and you need to eat ten fresh melon seeds to make up for the broken taste.

Liu Yun looked at the comments in front of the novel over and over again, trying to forget the bad one.

However, not only did it have no effect, on the contrary, he became more and more uncomfortable. The comments that originally looked good, and some neutral comments, such as: the writing is good, and the story is pretty good.

Even such comments seemed to him to be sarcasm.

So, I struggled with these comments all night, and read my novel repeatedly, what is wrong with it.

Time passed by, and at one o'clock in the middle of the night, he dragged his exhausted body and lay down on the bed.

Couldn't sleep, tossed and turned, drank a little hot water, but still couldn't stop the useless operation of the brain.

Idling is the state.

Messy thoughts worthless.

When it was dawn, Liu Yun woke up at five o'clock and started writing again.

A night of sleep deprivation, combined with a depressed mood, makes for an equally inefficient day.

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"It's not that there have been times like this before, but I didn't pay much attention to it."

"Writer, it's not as glamorous as it looks."

Mu Chun sighed and served Liu Yun a cup of coffee.

"Director Mu is going to work alone today?"

Liu Yun was a little embarrassed. He didn't want to come to the hospital on Saturday morning. All other departments in the hospital were resting. Only a few nurses were present in the emergency department.

Compared with Thursday, the whole hospital is like a sweet sleep.

"Doctor Chu is also here. I don't know where she is now. By the way, she seems to have read your novel."

"How come? Doctors also like to read my novels?"

"I don't like to read it. Their family seems to be familiar with publishing houses. I wonder how many publishing houses there are? Are they all familiar with their family?"

Just kidding, there are so many large and small publishing houses, how can a doctor be familiar with the publishing houses.

What's more, who doesn't want to be familiar with the publishing house, even if the relationship with the editor-in-chief is better...

"She didn't say she liked watching it, she just watched it a bit."

Hearing what Mu Chun said, Liu Yun couldn't wait to know what the doctor said about his novel.

"So, someone is talking nonsense under your novel. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Some people just like to pretend to understand and talk nonsense."

Liu Yun didn't expect Mu Chun to say that.

"Yes. No, it can't be said to be nonsense. In fact, it makes sense. Maybe it's just not well written."

"You are a master of sci-fi, how can you write badly, you won an award."

"That's nothing."

"Why is it nothing? Those who don't know how to pretend to understand are the most annoying, and they want science fiction to be like popular science, saying that Arthur Clarke is a British scientist, saying that Asimov is also a chemistry major after all, and big Liu is a physics teacher, while others write science fiction novels that are all kinds of pseudoscience, always using theories such as black holes without hair and dark forests to scare people."

"Hairless black holes are science. Hawking made this theory very clear."

"That's right, there are still people who talk about dark forests at every turn, making dark forests everywhere."

Liu Yun laughed, "That's true. Ever since Liu won the Hugo Award, it has become like this. "Three-Body Problem" has become popular, and the dark forest has become a kind of... you know. "

Mu Chun patted the table.

"I get it, I get it, that's what it is..."

The two understood and laughed.

I didn't expect a doctor to know a lot.

"In the future, when encountering such comments, just scold him. You're welcome, writers, you just pay too much attention to image."

Mu Chun leaned lazily on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, as if he had forgotten that there was a patient sitting opposite him.

The autumn sun shone on his body, and the sleep-deprived Liu Yun felt drowsy.

"Go to sleep for a while."

In a trance, he seemed to hear such a sentence, so he fell asleep on the table.